Ouchy

I saw Sam and Kehri (Kehri? Kerry? Keri? *shrug*) on the bus this morning, as I was on my way to uni. They were going to see a pub in Nottingham that they might wish to buy. While we were at New St., we got tea from a little place called Ritazza. These people do EXTREMELY HOT TEA. Upon sampling my freshly purchased beverage, I swiftly came to realise that it was indeed actually still boiling in my cup. My tongue has suffered all day; it still feels like someone has run a cheesegrater across it a few times, even 14 hours after. I have nothing profound or interesting to say about this!

I don't have to get up tomorrow. This makes me very happy as I can stay in bed until boredom overcomes me. I might go and see Sam too. Things have been a bit rough lately, but she is feeling under the weather so I will go and be nice and loving and things!

Now I feel the throes of sleep embracing me, so instead of repelling it, I will embrace it also and catch up on some sorely needed rest.